Everyone always said there was something strange about the tiny house on Sepulcher Lane. First, there was its size. In fact, “tiny” was an understatement. It was so small that no one knew how someone could ever live inside of it. Then there was the perfectly manicured lawn, always kept neatly, never even showing a … Continue reading Writeober Day 6: Haunted
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Writeober Day 5: Mirror
It is not me. It is someone else who stares back at me with the same eyes. They move when I move, they speak the same words that come from my mouth. I find myself entranced. It should be a face I know so well, and yet, it is foreign to me. Its appearance is … Continue reading Writeober Day 5: Mirror
Writeober Day 4: Loud
The sound was deafening. It was difficult to believe that something as normal and everyday as water could make such a noise. The complexities of nature, I thought, never end. And then there was the size. I could see out to the rest of the falls and couldn’t fully grasp how small I was in … Continue reading Writeober Day 4: Loud
Writeober Day 3: Dramatic
“I’m allowed to be dramatic, I’m an actor.” The words were uttered with such seriousness that Kate had to chuckle. “I know you are, and I also happen to know that actors eat their vegetables.” Ten-year-old Ben looked at his mother with a frown. “You don’t know any actors.” “But I have talked to some, … Continue reading Writeober Day 3: Dramatic
Writeober Day 2: “The Easy Part”
Reg took a long, dubious look at the holographic projection in front of him. “And?” Sarai prompted him. He scratched the dark stubble on his chin. “You’re expecting us to get past at least one hundred robot guards, avoid tripping the fifty-odd defences, and gain access to the main terminal?” “Not ‘us.’ Ezzie. You know … Continue reading Writeober Day 2: “The Easy Part”
Writeober Day 1: Leaves
“Wake up! It’s Fall!” Bree groaned, the fogginess in her brain telling her it was much too early to wake up. She rolled over, turning her back to the voice. “C’mon, Bree, you don’t even know what it feels like outside!” “Too early for outside,” Bree mumbled. “Too bad.” Something dumped on top of Bree—or … Continue reading Writeober Day 1: Leaves
A Battle of Wits and Wills
The final part in a series of short stories that leads up to the complete unveiling of my new project! Shera Nox didn't rush into deductions and action. Instead, she took a moment to survey the situation. Kr’zani stood closest to her, his head bowed in reverence. She watched his posture minutely relax—he was relieved … Continue reading A Battle of Wits and Wills
The Game Is On
Part III in a series of short stories that leads up to the complete unveiling of my new project! Adan Stone met Kr’zani’s glare with a smile. He knew the dog didn’t like him, but one day he’d see that his distrust was completely unwarranted. “If I may,” Kr’zani said, sounding as if he resented … Continue reading The Game Is On
The Unwelcome Visitor
Part II in a series of short stories that leads up to the complete unveiling of my new project! Kr’zani kept his nose on alert as he walked out of the engine room. Something wasn't quite right. There was a new smell, something that had been wiped away so thoroughly that he couldn't but catch … Continue reading The Unwelcome Visitor
The Muapran Disagreement
Part 1 in a series of short stories that leads up to the complete unveiling of my new project! I hope you enjoy this first bit! Let me know what you think and what clues you caught on to in the comments! Vargi eyed the leak in the fuel pipe and frowned, scratching his bald … Continue reading The Muapran Disagreement
The Story Canvas 